This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, reluctance, humiliation, and objectification. Reader discretion is advised.
As Elva stood up from her chair and held Mistress’ hand, she noticed a sudden change in the air and a fruity redolence added to Mistress’ aroma. ‘What’s,’ she thought as her head started to feel light, ‘that smell.’
“My pheromones, kitten,” Mistress replied to her thought with a devious smile as she pulled Elva towards the playroom door. “They work fast when you’re… receptive.”
Elva took a step after Mistress without hesitation. ‘Pheromones,’ she thought as she held Mistress’ hand tighter. The word brought to mind something in her contract about relaxation, but Elva couldn’t dwell too long on it. Every breath she took filled her senses with a devilishly sweet fragrance. As Elva held Mistress’ hand back, she found it warmer than when she’d last touched it, and the feeling was oddly comforting. When Mistress reached the door, Elva watched Mistress almost with anticipation as she grabbed a strange handle and turned it.
Mistress casually swung the door open and stepped through the threshold. As Elva followed after and walked into the new, warmly-lit room, she felt uneasy again as she took in her new surroundings.
The playroom was an enormous chamber with dark-red walls and black wooden flooring that felt smooth under her feet. ‘It’s so much bigger than Móra’s cottage,’ Elva reflected before she looked around and saw the room was filled with foreign furniture.
To her left, she found an assortment of beautifully-carved wooden tables and chairs with golden padding of various lengths and shapes. However, the pieces of furniture on the right side, with red padding and wood that blended into the floor, were entirely bizarre. Just beyond, Elva noticed an array of strange instruments hanging on the wall. Unable to see them clearly from so far, Elva nervously swallowed as she wondered how they could be used.
“Pay no mind to those yet, kitten,” Mistress glanced back for a moment as she gently tugged Elva to the left side of the room. Elva exhaled in relief and felt her mind float again as she wandered after the sweet scent.
Letting herself be pulled affectionately, Elva watched the smooth swaying of Mistressʼ ponytail as she followed her to an open area near the wall. Mistress walked Elva to the center of the cleared space before releasing her hand.
“Stay right there, kitten,” she turned to Elva and sweetly looked into her eyes with a slight smile. Elva held her own hand as Mistress took several steps backward, finding herself already missing the warmth of Mistressʼ touch. Mistress reached a chair near the wall and leaned back, grasping the arms of the chair as she sat down.
Mistress settled into her chair by crossing her right leg over the left, then leaning into the left side with her chin resting on her knuckles while her right arm lay on its rest. When Mistress continued to stare for more than a moment, bobbing her foot rhythmically as her eyes slowly wandered up and down, Elva started anxiously fidgeting in place.
‘The way she's looking at me,ʼ Elva thought as she turned her gaze away and raised her hand shyly to her mouth, ‘it’s like she's undressing me.ʼ She blushed, squirming as she felt her chest grow warm.
“Quite accurate, kitten,” Mistress teased with a mischievous smile and piercing eyes. “But I would like you to undress now.”
Elva quickly returned her gaze to Mistress, eyes wide as she felt her ears grow hot and her heart pound. ‘Oh, I shouldn't have thought that,’ she reflected with a grimace as her spine shivered.
Snickering, Mistress replied, “I find thoughts can be much more true to our desires than words. Take off your dress, kitten,” she ordered with a quiet voice.
A moment later, Elva closed her eyes and released a deep sigh before she lowered her hand from her mouth and unbuttoned the front of her dress. As the garment gradually loosened, it did little to alleviate the pressure in her chest. Elva felt her heart throb as the lukewarm air tickled her skin.
After taking a heavy breath, Elva peeked her eyes open as she unfastened the last button to see Mistress watching her intently. Her grin was replaced by a slight curl of her lips while her eyes peered softly. Elva felt her heart stop as their eyes met; suddenly, the air felt warmer on her skin and Elva found herself wanting Mistress to see her. She slowly pulled her dress open, revealing her modest chest to Mistress as she rolled the sleeves off her arms.
As Elva’s chest became exposed, Mistress released a light moan of approval as she licked her lips. “Stop for a moment, kitten,” Mistress raised her left hand from her chin as the top of Elva’s dress fell loosely at her waist. “I rarely see such a beautiful sight these days.” With a slight grin, she rested on her hand again and added, “I wish to savor the moment.”
Elva blushed and turned her head away while she clutched the fabric of her dress. ‘B-beautiful? No one has ever called me that before… especially while…’ Elva looked down at herself and heavily flushed as she realized in what manner she was being complimented. As her face grew hot with embarrassment, she lifted her arms to try and cover her breasts.
“Hands down, kitten,” Mistress ordered somewhat sternly before Elva’s arm could reach her chest. “You’re far too pretty; I won’t allow you to hide yourself from me.”
Elva trembled as she halted her hands. She looked at Mistress with pleading eyes and pouting lips before reluctantly lowering her arms again, resigning herself to being seen by Mistress. With her hands held uneasily at her side and her shoulders stiff, she looked away again and vainly tried to calm her squirming, too ashamed to meet Mistress’ stare. A few moments later, Mistress took a deep breath and gave a pleased moan.
“Very good, kitten,” Mistress praised Elva joyfully. “Please, continue undressing, now,” she ordered with a comforting tone.
Elva looked back for just a moment before nervously nodding and closing her eyes. Her hands felt uneasy as they gradually reached the waist of her dress and gently pulled it down past her hips. As the air touched her crotch, Elva clenched her hands while her mouth curled; with a light whimper, her hands released their grasp and her dress fell to her ankles. Her slim form unclothed, she held her arms to her side in anticipation with closed, quivering eyes, too abashed to look at Mistress while in such a state of undress.
“Good girl,” Mistress told Elva with delight when her dress hit the floor.
‘Good?’ Mistress’ praise left Elva puzzled but curiously warm. She hesitantly peeked open her left eye to find Mistress looking back at her with a soft gaze and gentle smile.
“Now, slowly turn around, kitten,” Mistress delicately ordered as she lazily turned her left index finger in circles.
After a brief moment, Elva shyly opened her right eye before nodding again. Pivoting on her heels, she slowly turned to her right to face away from Mistress. Elva breathed a short sigh of relief for not having to look at Mistress in her undress before she heard Mistress speak again.
“Stay right there, kitten,” Mistress said as Elva turned away. Hesitantly, she complied with her demand and stood in place, somehow feeling more anxious with her back facing Mistress.
Elva nervously shifted her weight while waiting for another command. When an order did not come after a minute, Elva started to wriggle in distress, vainly trying to keep herself still. ‘Is she just... staring at me?’ she thought as she cautiously turned her head. However, seeing Mistress staring intently at her rear with a devious grin and hungry eyes left Elva regretting her decision. Then, when Mistress licked her lips provocatively, Elva’s eyes widened as she blushed and swiftly turned her head again.
Mistress chuckled with amusement. “Oh, you are just too cute, kitten,” she added before Elva heard her shoes clicking on the ground. Elva nearly jumped at the sudden noise, then her skin prickled as the proceeding ticks drew closer.
Arms trembling and lips shaking, Elva stared ahead for only a moment before she smelled Mistress behind her. Next, she felt the depression of her twirly hair on her back and the warm touch of Mistress’ fingers on her right cheek. Elva looked down to see the red skin of her left hand before her head was gently turned. Just over her left shoulder, Mistress looked down at her with tantalizing eyes and an alluring smile.
“May I share a secret with you, my kitten?” she asked seductively.
“Uh, what secret?” Elva asked back as her eyes wandered down to Mistress’ black-painted lips. Her smell was overpowering, and Elva felt her mind become light again while the trembling in her arms abated.
“I’ve always loved the taste of redheads,” Mistress answered with a devious grin before she closed her eyes and pulled Elva’s chin up to kiss her.
Elva felt her heart leap in her chest; she turned to the side and closed her eyes as she leaned up to meet Mistress’ kiss, pushing up on her toes to more easily reach her soft lips. When Mistress opened her mouth, Elva eagerly opened hers to taste Mistress’ tongue again. Elva released a light whimper as they touched, tasting just how sweet Mistress had become.
‘How,’ she struggled to think, ‘how could she tell how I taste, over how sweet she tastes.’ Her mind went quiet as Elva raised her right hand to touch Mistress’ cheek back, steadily moaning as her chest pounded and burned.
After a moment—how long Elva could not tell—she felt the warm touch of Mistress’ right hand on the side of her waist. She gasped lightly at the new sensation that made her heart leap.
“So sensitive," Mistress teased with a wide grin as Elva pulled her lips away to take a few ragged breaths. “I wonder what would happen if I…” she whispered as she leaned down and brought her mouth to the side of Elva’s neck.
Slowly, Mistress opened her mouth and planted her lips gently on Elva’s flesh, leaving her to shudder and gasp deeply before she felt Mistress begin to pull on her skin. With a heavy groan, Elva felt her knees go weak as they trembled beneath her.
Before her legs failed, Elva felt Mistress wrap her arm around her stomach, pulling her back against her. The sudden warmth on her skin and the feeling of Mistress’ chest pressed into her sent Elva’s mind spinning. Elva leaned her head away and held Mistress tightly as she let Mistress kiss her neck. As the pecks moved past her collar, Elva began to moan gently, eyes quivered closed.
A few kisses, Mistress pulled away and gently turned Elva around so they stood face-to-face. Elva’s heart calmed slightly as her moans turned to ragged breaths; she cautiously opened her eyes to look up at Mistress.
“Please,” Mistress looked into Elva’s trembling eyes with a tenderness that made her heart flutter. “Trust me for a moment, kitten,” she asked as she gently took hold of Elva’s wrists and held them in front of her.
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